Hi. I love to write poetry and stories about my experiences with every day life and adventures and about the people I meet.
Hi. I love to write poetry and stories about my experiences with every day life and adventures and about the people I meet.
The lightless universe sits still, sleeping with its dark glows Millions of stars and all their mates, no light who knows
They are waiting for the one to arrive, as told in the past Dissolving the inner light, so to keep their life to last
The time was unaware of this fact, only keeping one Hidden away with all the hours, learning to have fun
That historical night finally came, it was released so bright Father Time let go of it, and doing so gave it the self light
It almost magically sped across, the unsuspecting dark sky They immediately responded, happily not even wondering why
The whole universe lit up, that special enchanting everlasting bright So when you go outside to star gaze, just remember that story night
As he sits quietly alone in the full but empty field Ignoring and non feeling, moving but still to yield
Watching the small dots, appear on the ground Green and yellow shirts, cheering all around
Never was any good at sports, or even a pun Boring was my middle name, never any fun
The team captain, with his non thinking empty head Been in school with him, since small kid he truely said
Teasing and pulling, of my capless tangled loose hair Trying to protect myself was a no, now he will beware
My once slow heart beat, comes alive when he is around It knows when evil and negativity, making a sound
His perfect voice and never out of place hair, he always gloats Gets what he wants and never gives back, and he hates goats
Little did he know, what has been going on in my boring life I landed a president job, of this school and have a great wife
His name is called, up to the decorated stage with a grin It seems that an award was to be given, payback is to begin
Another name is called, the same as mine as I meet him on stage Hello ole classmate, thanks for my plaque you don’t look your age
As he jumpes around, with his own psycho inner dance The crown is bored and empties out, no more to enhance
As I sit on the outside tree, in the breezy jungle I eat Clutching this weather beaten branch, with my feet
Piles and piles of leaves lay below me, for my to lie Protecting myself all alone here, surviving not to die
Soon I hear different kinds, of human noises coming near A unseen white net covers my life, blocking sight and hear
This will make a great pet, for the baby little one they said They put me in a huge gold cage, right next to the tiny bed
When the sun rises I start to sing, and talk to my new friend The baby coos and giggles, as we start to play never to end
As we both grew up and learned the ways, of human life I flew along side her, when she went to school with strife
I was there with her, when she graduated with a huge smile Flying around the tabernacle, seeing cap and gowns for miles
Now she is off to start her new life, taking me and my gold cage I still have all my beautiful feathers, as I the parrot don’t show my age
Years have passed, and she is now starting a brand new family now So I sit in my gold cage, waiting for the new baby and to show her how
Stuffy foggy head, worse than a million hangovers for sure Don’t know where, I picked up this bit of nasty cold so sore
Dreaded trip out in the nonstop rain and thunder, I step out My leaky boot slid right into a deep mud puddle, I shout
Driving into the night, with my steamy foggy windshield and mind Almost making it to the drug store, where the pharmacist is kind
Getting all the salves, drops and pain meds, I travel back home Boiling my favorite cup of tea, lemon and warming me to the bone
For the next two days, I drank and ate and sleep somewhat like a bear I shut myself away from work, and TV and life that I couldn’t even hear
By the weekend I felt like myself again, going out and getting fresh air Going for a short walk with the dog, and stretching legs with flair
Going inside due to the fact, that it started to rain and storm once more I started to sneeze and my nose started to run, I don’t want this anymore
“You’ve come back, but I no longer need you.”
Her nightly mind of dream appears, over and over in her bed Waking up covered in thin silks, a crown of flowers on her head
The maids and the cook, tried to give her drink so she can deep sleep Well that didn’t at all work, it made her run and play with the sheep
Who is this man of the mighty crown, she says to herself as she has tea Why is he always appearing at night, in my dream searching out for me
I live here in my own castle, with my dogs and horses as my close friend The cook and the maid work here, but they are always busy until the end
One quiet cloudless day the silence was awoken, by horns that did play It appears that something exciting, is happening in the village that day
On her best horse saddled up she rides down the hill, with the dogs right behind The endless wing blowing in her mane and her hair, leaving home in her mind
The commotion on the cobbled streets below, it’s seems it is the King Perhaps a glance she said to herself with a hidden smile, she did bring
Her female spirited horse had other plans, as she spotted the Kings horse They locked eyes with each other, snorted and then trotted off of corse
The king with his crown of jewels, on his beautiful head turned to her and said Yes I am the one who occupies your head and dreams, when you sleep in bed
Ultimately, she decided to marry the king, but not for power or riches’ One reason was so she could get a dreamless sleep without glitches
The day started out, with the smell of the animal fair Large like circus tents flapping, hiding secrets under there
Brightly lit Ferris Wheels stood still, waiting for the show to start Excited kids playing squirt gun games, happy from the heart
Behind all the animals, and the cotton candy yummy stand There was the bouncy house taking a rest, from kids hand
Little did anyone know, that there was a man in there taking rest Relaxing and taking a break, while the house is still at its best
When the fair has spun its last wheel, and turns off the light It’s time to unplug the house, slowly letting out air into the night
The surprised sleepy man, was awoken with a shocking scare Bouncing inside the slowly deflation of todays county fair
Up he flew as he saw the fried dough sign, and pretzels too Back down as his bottom gave a bounce, and then he flew
Nobody heard him giving them a yell, for help from this thing Soon he started to dance and with one more flop, a painful sting
The locks were tightly, wrapped around her heart She remained silent, as it tears ourselves apart
Quietly she sits, on her homemade quilted soft bed Unknown thoughts, and unseen visions in her head
Unsung musical tunes, played forgotten ancient song The still dancers are waiting, for the music to get along
This is coming up, on the fourth unbelievable silent years I am getting tired of being, the key bearer with the tears
The dark lightless sun has crept away, taking it beauty light There must be a key to open her soul, taking away the fright
What can I do more, to break my love of this inner pain She has locked herself away, leaving our love in vain
One last forgotten try, with a whisper and a play of a love tune today That was hidden away in a gold box, letting her voice sing and play
It starts at first meet, with the eye contact, then they look away Something makes their heart beat, in such a unusual crazy way
He shyly blushes, while his nervous hands hide in his worn jeans She quickly looks away, as her breath is stopped wild it seems
They slowly walk away silence following, not knowing what to say This blind date set up by a friend of a friend, got them here today
Many more dates and dinners followed, as the two became friends Endless night phone calls became a bedtime thing, talking never ends
Late midnight movie dates, as they stared into each others eyes Little pink and red roses decorated the table, beautiful surprise
Love and marriage arrived one June day, promises, a kiss and a ring Heartfelt love emotions were there that special day, dance they sing
The once empty hospital delivery room, now hears the baby with the cries Two once shy unknown friends, hugged and rejoiced with tears in their eyes
The smell of homemade bread and cookies, floated through the wood The kitchen was occupied, by the infamous girl with the red of hood
She was busy singing a silly song, about her new friend she met today While she was chasing colorful butterflies, where the sheep do play
He had nice friendly pointed teeth, with fur kind of a mischievous smile As he spoke to her in his low wolf voice, and his wagging tail as long as a mile
Soon all the tasty treats were done and cooled, now it was time to wrap them up Bright colored napkins and pretty plates, and she didn’t forget the chocolate cup
Off she went skipping right along, into the different world of wolf painted red There was no stories about a Gramma, or quilted patchwork quilt on the bed
In Hawaii as the surfer rides the wave, on the beach they wait Multi colored towels and blankets, people fishing with bait
Through all the news live and on paper, they speak of the hour The beautiful weather and bright nightly stars, and their power
Soon all of the surfboards and things, were quickly put away Day turned into night, and we wait and watch as the sky starts to play
In Arizona where the deep red cliffs live, the highways are long There was a Rock and Roll concert, singing the universe song
Tonite was the night, that was spoken of from the elders and higher Listening to the stories and facts and ways, sitting by the campfire
Day turned into night, as they wait and watch as the sky starts to play History will be made about this night, stars will be bright the night away
Down on the beautiful sandy beach in Puerto Rico, the ocean has swells Parents and children playing in the sand, searching for sea glass and shells
The surf as ocean sings it’s wavy song, to those who sit in the sand and wait Day turned into night, as they wait and watch as the sky starts to show its fate
They as the third state who doesn’t change the clocks, keeping their own time Just like their distant neighbors who do the same, waiting for their stary climb
